Who Do I Come Home To?
Hannes Volz
Lights light up the frozen sky like anything has changed
Crowds are rushing past and I think back to warmer days
So would you spare a minute?
I could use a story or two
When you come around for Christmas
Who do I come home to
Weeping is a language
That winter doesn't speak
They're turning down the light at Midnight where I sleep
So would you spare a minute?
I could use a story or two
When you come around for Christmas
Who do I come home to